such flaky words

& flakiness has no place here

sharp shapes of slate chipped my mind

but then

was made whole eventually

in a winding way

mistiful confusion

then

the path appears

autumn fall fell into

cosy comforts

but don’t let the season fool you

the place, the home is where

you choose it to be

where the heart is

or could be

choose home as a state of mind

so yes, sharp shapes of slate may

chip away but decide to

be made whole

holistically & eventually

the suffocation

&

the morose heaviness

imparted onto my wellbeing

past my comfort baseline

of melancholy

hovering at the dipping point

of

the

depressive state;

but I go to New England for the Fall

so I don’t fall

Written by Anureet, background music by https://www.threads.com/@voltaires_inkwell

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